Video; In which cold weather is clearly the best!

[bludhavenknight]

[Everyone gets to see two familiar faces this time, with a couple of twists. Dick (the elder) is sitting down in the chair, wearing a bright red coat with white trim, a hat of the same color, and of course, a beard to match the whole thing. It’s pulled down, though, so you can see his face. And his wonderful assistant, Zatanna, is standing behind him, dressed up like the most beautiful elf there is. They’re both looking pretty happy about this.]

It’s getting cold out! And what does cold mean? Holiday fun, of course. So I, and my amazing elf assistant here, have decided that Santa Claus needs to come to the turtle. [See what he did there? See it? Okay, good.]

And so it is with pleasure that we let everyone know-- [He gets cut off as Zatanna leans forward, and he looks up at her.]

[The fifteen-year-old elf bends down until she's level with his ear, covering her mouth so she could whisper something secretively to him.]

Really?

[She nods, and offers a playful wink.] Trust me. I know a guy who knows the guy personally.

[Dick looks back at the screen, and his voice drops into a perfect, heavy Russian accent.] Is this better?

[She practically has to bite her tongue to keep from bursting out laughing. Impressive. She should've known.] It'll do.

[Dick grins.] I’d like to invite everyone to come over to the Wood sector, where we have a little holiday party going on.

[He stops, laughing and shaking his head. He has to drop the Russian accent.] Okay, I can’t keep that one up, but I tried! Anyway, we’ve got a small thing going on in a café in the Wood sector, with some cakes and gingerbread-ish things, and some hot drinks. And what would Santa be without his...

[He holds up a huge, red velvet-like bag.] Bag, yes! And it is filled with little odds and ends, so there are presents for all!

[Dick sets the bag down, and pulls the beard back up with a grin.] And to all, a good... day? Yeah, that still works. To all, a good day! Remember, café in the Wood sector, we’ll be here awhile!

[ooc: Action is absolutely welcome.]

Comments

[backwordscompatible]

[The man is easily old enough to be her father, and she doesn't even care; she winks playfully at him. Knowing there was that mutual understanding that it was just playful, and nothing more.]

Can't speak for Santa here, but that could be arranged.

[Any chance to perform. She sort of missed it.]

[definingfuture]

[It's always a joke these days. Unless it's not, of course, but in her case it's all just for fun. He likes to tease and that is simply that.]

Well, Santa's helper probably puts on a better show anyway. That's only my opinion.

[backwordscompatible]

Probably?

I almost feel a little insulted there. Just name the time and place. And the trick. Preferably no rabbits, but anything else is game.

[definingfuture]

Hey, I'm open-minded. I just don't want to write off the man that delivers all the gifts just like that. He is pretty impressive.

Not as fun to watch, I'm sure, but everyone has their own taste.

[He almost lets that remain innocent. Almost.]

Anything?

[backwordscompatible]

[She might consider regretting this later, but...]

Sure, why not? I'm up for the challenge.

[definingfuture]

[Tony smirks, so it is very possible that Zatanna may end up regretting this choice. Then again, he could help her get a good venue.]

Good. Because I've got some ideas and a lot of time to spare. You can show me all of your best work.

[backwordscompatible]

[She very rarely ends up regretting anything that leads to her promoting her father's work.]

Deal.

Tony Stark, you've got yourself a magician.

[definingfuture]

Good. I'll count on that.

[He honestly does want to see some magic. Magic that doesn't involve threatening to alter reality or kill people, which is usually the end he's limited to seeing.]